She offers for free
The curves of ther body -
Sacrifices to me
Burning, touchable beauty.

She's fallen - down to my need,
Her tears - are falling like rain.
I am the pit, the abyss
Into which she has fallen.

She must have fallen -
And too frail to be unbroken;
Her dreams are wet with tears
And her kisses taste of sorrow.

Not for me was she born,
Not for me was her soul torn.
But somehow, she loves me,
And gives what I cannot return...